Whispered words, uttered with ferocity
Incantations of hope and despair, remorsefully
Searching, beckoning that universal Force:
Help him, save him, simply with the certainty
That its Wisdom may do either, may do neither
Memories rush by like colliding trains
Of when we worked in the tuckshop and he gave me candy
Of how I raced gleefully, when I learnt three times three
Memories are one of our greatest blessings; be careful who
You choose to share them with. He chose to share them
With those who would cherish them the most, even a decade
And a half later, at an age where heroes reign and live forever.
